Shen Qianyu was afraid that the maids and eunuchs in Changle Palace would come and go and disturb Song Wan's rest, so except for Heng Zhi Heng Wu and Yi Luan Jian, everyone stayed away from him.
If he was there, he would screen everyone out and stay with Song Wan alone.
Now Song Wan stood up and saw Shen Qianyu holding a book in one hand and dozing off on the edge of Arhat's bed with the other.
"Your Majesty?"
She stepped forward gently to wake him up, but she saw a pile of books full of annotations placed in front of Shen Qianyu.
He had collected everything from obstetrics and gynecology to obstetrics and gynecology.
The paper was densely packed with excerpts. Song Wan leaned his head forward and looked forward, only to see a few words about regulating the breath to ensure the safety of the fetus, avoid eating too much, and avoid cold and heat.
Seeing the chaotic handwriting of dragons and phoenixes, Song Wan felt that it was extremely chic and beautiful.
As she thought this, she couldn't help but feel it was a bit funny, and she laughed softly.
"Wan'er, why are you up? Are you thirsty or hungry?"
Song Wan smiled and shook his head.
After Shen Qianyu got up, the fear in his eyes disappeared for a moment. As soon as he opened his eyes, he got down from the bed and walked to the table to pour a bowl of light hot soup that was still warm for her.
"Black female chicken soup has a light smell and can replenish qi. Wan'er come over and drink some."
Shen Qianyu touched the bottom of the bowl and handed it to her hand after seeing that it was neither hot nor cold and the temperature was just right.
"I asked people to skim off the oil slick on top. Can you try it and get used to it?"
"He's used to drinking."
Song Wan took the bowl and brought it to his lips, sipping it and drinking it.
This soup has no oil or salt and is indeed light and sweet. After drinking it, Song Wan looked at Shen Qianyu with a soft heart.
She had always been unwilling to reveal her inner feelings in front of others, but tonight, perhaps it was this bowl of hot soup, or maybe it was Shen Qianyu's messy excerpted handwriting that she fell in love with, which softened her heart. Song Wan put the soup in his hands. After putting down the bowl, he leaned into Shen Qianyu's arms.
"Wan'er is it cold?"
After hugging the person sideways, Shen Qianyu pulled the thin blanket on the Arhat's bed and wrapped it in front of her.
Burying her head in his arms, Song Wan smiled and said, "I'm not cold, I just admire my husband and want to be close to him."
After she finished speaking, she looked up at him, and saw Shen Qianyu's eyes gradually widening after hearing this, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Why, your husband doesn't want to get close to Wan'er?"
Song Wan made a gesture to get up, and Shen Qianyu quickly trapped the person in his arms, but he did not dare to use too much force, so he could only wrap his arms around the person to gently protect him in front of him.
In his heart, Song Wan was already fragile, and now that she was pregnant with a child, she was as easy to touch as glass.
Song Wan saw him hugging her in an extremely strenuous posture, and suddenly remembered the time when she was sent back to Chengyang Marquis Mansion by Mrs. Song, and he went to rescue her as Ji Rong.
"Husband."
"how?"
She raised her hands and pulled down Shen Qianyu's arms, and she hugged his neck tightly. Seeing this, Shen Qianyu quickly took him into her arms.
"That day you held me and ran for a long time in the barren mountains on the outskirts of Beijing. Did you ever feel tired?"
"Of course not."
Shen Qianyu said: "Wan'er is as light as a feather, and I have excellent arm strength. How can I feel tired just because I walked a few steps on the mountain road holding Wan'er?"
"Wan'er really looks down on her husband."
The man raised his voice slightly as he spoke. Song Wan's face turned a little red and he murmured in a low voice, "I never thought that today would happen."
After marrying into the Chengyang Marquis Mansion, she devoted herself to copying sutras and chanting Buddhist scriptures to accumulate merit for Jiang Xingjian. After Jiang Xingjian returned to the house, she only thought about living an ordinary life.
But she never thought that things would change forever, and she and Shen Qianyu would be together today.
"My husband doesn't know, but after that day in Barren Mountain, I..."
"What, what's the matter with Wan'er?"
Shen Qianyu asked anxiously, but Song Wan smiled and did not answer.
"Wan'er fell in love with me at that time? I knew it."
Shen Qianyu snorted: "Although I borrowed Ji Rong's identity at that time, I could see that Wan'er had feelings for me several times. Now that I think about it, I was indeed right."
He half raised his head as if he was proud, but the ecstasy and uncontrollable trembling in his eyes made Song Wan know how happy he was.
Song Wan held Shen Qianyu's neck and kissed his throat gently.
The man was speechless, but the hand holding the person in his arms became tighter and tighter.
Song Wan gently nuzzled his neck with the tip of his nose, and then heard the man say with a slightly choked voice: "Wan'er..."
Shen Qianyu murmured in a low voice: "In my whole life, I never thought that someone would admire me and fall in love with me."
"How could it be? Wan'er loves her husband and loves her husband."
Song Wan's eyes showed a look of distress, but he didn't want him to see it.
Although he was the head of a country, he protected her with great care and loved her like walking on thin ice. Song Wan couldn't bear to see him like this, nor did he want him to belittle himself.
She knew that there were some things and some words that could resolve his knot, so Song Wan was willing to pamper him carefully and love him.
"Before meeting His Highness, Wan'er felt that the Crown Prince was admirable. After meeting 'Jirong', Wan'er felt that the people around the Crown Prince were so carefree and unrestrained. The Crown Prince must also be an open-minded and upright person."
"But I have been with Ji Rong, who is pretending to be my husband, for a long time, and I feel that there is no better person in the world than Ji Rong."
"That day when my husband rescued me from the carriage of the Marquis of Chengyang, Wan'er felt that my husband was the most heroic man in the world, unmatched by anyone."
"I think my husband probably left a mark on Wan'er's heart that day."
Shen Qianyu's eyes were red and she was holding back her sobs: "It turns out that Wan'er saw my goodness so early..."
"Well, Wan'er has seen the goodness of her husband very early. In Wan'er's heart, her husband is the best man in the world, and he will also be the best husband and the best father in the world in the future. "
Shen Qianyu raised his head and said nothing for a long time.
No one knows that once upon a time, he was trapped in his inner demons for many years.
During the countless days and nights in Nanqing, he kept asking whether he was sent to another country as a hostage by his father because he was not smart enough or lovable enough.
When being tortured by Qin Rao and humiliated by Qin Zhan, Shen Qianyu had wondered countless times whether it was because he had no extraordinary talents or the wisdom to make decisions and strategies that he fell into such a situation.
When he returned to Dongning, he had to endure the humiliation and live an eunuch life. When he knelt down and worshiped Duan Yiting to call an eunuch his father, he once thought that maybe he would have to be so servile and fawning all his life, living in the gutter forever for a moment of respite.
He never thought that someone would love and respect him in this life, nor did he think that there would be someone like Wan'er who would bear children for him and grow old together holding hands with him.
So after he realized that he had feelings for Song Wan, he carefully begged her to love him.
Probably she will never know what it means to him every time she takes the initiative to approach him, every time she takes the initiative to hug, touch, and kiss.
"Wan'er..."
"I am here."
Shen Qianyu lowered his head, and hot tears fell down his cheeks.
He said Wan'er, you must love me well, love me well.
